Windrise over West Campus.
Storm clouds massed and moving
across the fields
where the cows still graze, solemn
in the damp gusts
Like a gathering of Stoic philosophers.
The fountain in Fred Beekman Park
keeps gushing, idly.
A lone goose paddles in the spray. On Kenney Road
the cars shudder and start to rush,
raising their voices as the rain hits
and a loamy smell
lifts from the earth.
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